… A foreboding figure, like a waiting troll who might ask for a toll, was staring at me from a trash receptacle near Avenue B on 12th Street. It was there and then one day (thankfully perhaps) it was gone. … Continue reading

… A foreboding figure, like a waiting troll who might ask for a toll, was staring at me from a trash receptacle near Avenue B on 12th Street. It was there and then one day (thankfully perhaps) it was gone. … Continue reading
… “The beat’s only a dream unless you dance,” John Godfrey wrote and read at the Poetry Project on February 28, 2018, as I thought to myself, “Have there ever been truer words written?” True words are what you get … Continue reading
… … Lesson One: Pick A Bale Of Cotton … To the teacher: Lesson One uses five handouts. If they are going to be printed and handed out in class, print them back to back to save on paper. If … Continue reading
… I look forward to John Yau’s erudite—and fun to read—art criticism online in Hyperallergic, keeping me in touch with what’s going on, but I wasn’t familiar with his poetry until I ran across Egyptian Sonnet 2 in the anthology … Continue reading